Now that Z is hitting a certain age, she wants to do everything by herself. I try to let her with a lot of things. She does a great job pouring things into her cup, and, lucky me, she knows how to open the refridgerator. Oh, and she learned really quick where the “snack drawer” is, so, she sometimes just helps herself. Ugh.
The first time she wanted to go to the potty by herself, well, we learned from that one. She forgot to put Dora on the toilet (the potty training piece that goes on the regular toilet). And yes, she fell in. It was so sad! Now whenever she says she wants to pee, we always remind her to put Dora on.
Today was a bit rough. With the kiddos and me fighting a cold, we were all in a pissy mood. Except for the boy. He’s always happy and smiling, even if there are two rows of green snot flowing straight to his mouth.
I have some mixed feelings towards pumping.
On the one hand, it’s really time consuming, boring, and generally a major pain in the ass.
But, of course we’re going to continue to do it for our darling little offspring that needs the nourishment which happens to include all of our antibodies. That last part is so they don’t stay sick for very long-if they happen to get sick. You, however, get sick and STAY sick because that adorable little bundle (or big toddler) is taking all of your little sick fighters. (Can you tell I’m bitter because I’m recovering from a cold?)
One of my favorite places to go lately is Trader Joe’s, (I know, a grocery store. Sad, huh?)
Their food is always fun and different, and seems to be a lot healthier than the stuff you get at a regular grocery store.
Somehow breastfeeding in public is still an issue. You see support groups for it all over Facebook because they’re necessary for some reason, and people lashing out against it on Twitter. How is this so?
When our anatomy was planned out, we were given breasts for one reason. To feed our babies. Things don’t get more natural than that. So, please tell me, why has there ever been an issue?
My parents took the family to the fair yesterday. I told Z about it on Wednesday and she kept bringing it up throughout the rest of the week. So, no backing out. Sigh.
The fair isn’t my favorite place to be, (especially on a Saturday.)
Babies can get away with a lot. They’re these adorable little creatures that have no regard for how disgusting they can be. Whatever nastiness is covering them for the moment, if you’re within a 20 foot radius, you can bet, you’re covered in it too, (even if you don’t realize it, I promise, you’ll discover it later).
They obviously have a free pass. They don’t know any better, (although the smirk on a newborn baby’s face after a major blowout, makes you question whether they “know any better.”)
Before I had kids, I always knew I wanted to breastfeed. For some reason, I had it in my mind that it would be easy. It’s natural. It’s what our breast’s are for. So how could it possibly be difficult?
Ha! How adorable and naive I was.
I also always said I would only do it for a year.
In fact, I used to say a lot of things regarding breastfeeding.
“I don’t want my kid to be able to ask for it!”
They may not be able to talk, but at six months, kids know how to “ask for it.”
“I don’t want my kid to be walking when they’re still breastfeeding!”
Kids start walking at different times. My daughter was walking around 10 months.
“I don’t want my kid to be able to pull down my shirt and help themself!”
Most babies can pull at things by five months-and they figure out real quick where the food comes from.
Now, we’re at fourteen months and still going. I don’t know if it’s because I was cheated out of a nursing experience with my daughter, (she went on a nursing strike at 2 months), or what, but I’m not ready to stop breastfeeding my son.
I think he has other plans. I feel as if it will soon be over and it makes me sad. Just the other day he wanted his sippy cup instead of milk from mama.
So it has begun. He’s eating a lot more solid foods, and breastfeeding about half as much as he used to.
Sure I’ll have more freedom. I won’t have to pump before bed anymore, (YESSSS!!!), but I also won’t get the special bonding time that is just me and my son. The bonding is the best, but it’s also some forced relax time for me. I can’t do anything, but just sit there and admire the little being I created, (enter eye roll, I know).
I am the ONLY person that is providing milk for him. It has all the nutrients he needs, and that makes me feel pretty important. And very soon, that will come to an end.
The best I can do is go with the flow and try to follow his lead. It’s difficult because it feels like he was just my little infant that needs me every second. But I need to accept that he is now an active toddler with his own ideas.
It’s amazing to watch as he grows and changes every single day. This is just another one of those changes. A milestone, I guess you could say. My baby is growing up already, I suppose it’s time to start saving for his first car.
Have your kids hit any milestones too soon (for you)?
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